Blackmailed For Love

He didn't knock as he entered the small file room.He stood there and looked around, if he was impressed by the work I'd had done in just two days he didn't say it.

Instead when his eyes came back to me they were as cold and hard as an ice block.

Once upon a time they used to look at me like I was his whole world.

"Get up.We are leaving."

I blinked up at him, not understanding where he was taking me.

His eyes narrowed on me and he said, "You are not doing a good job of following my orders."

Not giving into the urge to roll my eyes, I stood up and grabbed my small purse.

Pressing my hand down to smooth out my skirt, I rounded the desk and I asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"Your home.I decided I'll drop my whore back at her place at the end of the day."

His words made me wince and he saw it as a moment later he grabbed my wrist to pull me in front of him.

His hard eyes caressed my face and he said, "I won't let you forget it.The way I couldn't forget.I'll keep reminding you and myself who you truly are."

I bit down the inside of my cheek and stared back at him.I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing how his words were scratching at my bruised heart.

He gripped my face and dug his fingers into my cheeks as he demanded, "Say it."

One thing about Kristian was, he always lashed out and did everything he could to not be the only one feeling the pain.

When someone hurts him he hurts them back tenfold.

And he didn't know how to stop until his enemy was beaten down and destroyed.

I had seen it with my own eyes.I knew it deep in my bones how far he could go.

So there was no trying to fight it.

Also, I just didn't want to fight him.

He had his demons and I used to be his comforting place despite our age difference but then I turned on him, became the one who broke his trust, and became another person in his list of demons.

"I am a whore." I said, giving him what he wanted.

Or maybe I was just a glutton for punishment His lips twisted.

"Whose?"

"Yours."

Only his.

Ever his.

"That's right.Don't you ever forget that."

He walked out of the room and made me follow him.

Unlike him my steps were hesitant as I followed him, I didn't want him to drop me home.

out, I had lied

my status

lead the people here to my personal life but now he wanted to drop me home: Please, God, make him have a flat

Nope.

Not on my side.

Like he ever is.

why?  His car didn't have a

would make it any less than the beauty

a memory from the

Ferrari GT and he

spent the

unlocking it on the way and without

I heard the ignition

he could get irritated and start to throw more of his mean

I sat down, I tried,

don't have to drive me.I can

He didn't say anything.

wheel like one would hold a lover

later, I knew

I had written

lips and tried

a few things to

gaze turned to me and he

do you

up on my forehead in

I didn't have enough money to let him know that I wasn't making

I sighed.

buy

would just have to

I will wait for him to leave then I'll make my way to the

cost me to take a different and longer route back to my actual place but I think I could manage this

the

than the fact that I would be late to reach on time to my shift at the

the car came to a slow stop

to him

at me for a long moment that made me nervous and then, he said,

becoming such a gentleman all of

knew

put a smile on my face as

fate as he opened his door

so much as

wait as I opened the

came to stand on my side, I

He arched a brow.

looked for a reason why he couldn't come inside except that he would know that I didn't

wouldn't want to

silence stretched between us and

against his car, crossed

as I saw

like a GQ

was wearing a suit that was a combination of